Turk's POV
The next few days were spent eating cookies and playing more Uno with Peely. Journey also apparently 'forgot' to tell me that Rippley is really good at that game. I thought that the game was also a bit of luck? I had told her. Not with him, she had replied. Which was a little bit scary.
Brutus eventually wanted us to travel into Slurpy Swamp - the next part of our plan. Brutus had grown accustomed to having a rope attached to his belt, and then that same rope being tied around Scratch's torso. The latter of the two was not happy about this arrangement.
"You do know where you're going, right?" Remedy asked me as we prepared to leave.
"Course I do. I'll be fine, Diana." I smiled encouragingly.
"You better be."
And then we were gone. According to the map which Brutus had bought from a shop in Holly Hedges, Slurpy Swamp traveled a little through Weeping Woods. The journey looked like it would take about an hour if we walked from the map's view.
The ground was mostly plateau with small hills, but the part that passed through Weeping Woods contained a small building that apparently was a Woodworks. There were plans to turn it into a restaurant, though. The more you know, I guess.
"Will we need to make a camp at some point?" Journey asked, indicating her backpack. She had packed tents.
"Nope. This map here makes the walk seem short, and it probably is." I reassured her.
"The map might not be to scale." 8-Ball glanced at me.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Not yours."
"Blorg! (Chill out!)" Rippley stepped between us although he didn't need to. It was only a friendly little arguement.
We were silent after that for a little bit before Journey plopped herself onto the ground and lied down, spread-eagled, catching some sun. She looked over to the rest of us.
"Come on, boys. Let's have a break." Journey waved us over.
"Sure, ok." 8-Ball threw himself onto the ground. Rippley joined them.
"We just as well." I agreed.
We didn't want the break to last for over ten minutes, well at least I didn't, because we needed to keep moving. I hoped that we'd be back at base within a day or two. Then we'd have more time to prepare for any sort of Shadow attack.
1 minute passed. 2 minutes passed. 3 minutes passed. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.
"Are we gonna move on now?" I asked impatiently.
"Not until I get a decent tan." Journey replied, rolling over.
"Really?"
"Yes really."
I groaned and tried to relax. 11 minutes passed. 12 minutes passed. 13 minutes passed. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20.
"We can't stay here anymore." I shook my head.
"Why not?" 8-Ball asked, "We're fine, aren't we?
"We've been here for 20 MINUTES!"
"Come on, Turk. Just a few more minutes." Journey gave me puppy dog eyes.
"Sure, OK."
I fell for puppy dog eyes? I don't do that. What has been up with me the past few days? It really has been odd. It's been kinda like Journey's been hypnotizing me.
"That actually worked?" 8-Ball laughed.
"I'm as surprised as you are." Journey sneered mainly to 8-Ball, but she voiced her opinion loud enough for me to hear.
"Why are you surprised? I have feelings too, ya know." I snapped.
"And anger's your favourite, right?" 8-Ball laughed.
"Wait! Shut up a sec." Journey suddenly shushed us.
I knew that something was wrong. But I couldn't think what. But then I got it; Rippley had disappeared. But where to?
"Rippley? Rippley!" I shouted.
"RIPPLEY!" Journey called, panicked.
"Yo! Blue dude?!" 8-Ball looked around.
Where had that slurp-man gotten to?!Rippley's POV
Rippley watched his friends search for him from behind a tree. They were on the edge of Weeping Woods, after all. Those three were hopeless - always arguing like a group of grumpy toddlers. If Rippley went missing for, ah, an hour or so? Yes, an hour would suit. They would need to work together to find him.
"Hehe!" Rippley giggled to myself. His scheme was not only hilarious but very clever.
He turned and started to make his way towards Slurpy Swamp - if they were going there anyway they would find him. And if they didn't find him, he'd message Journey to tell her where he was.
The walk would seem longer if Rippley procrastinated, since he now had nobody to talk to. But it would be worth it, so Rippley started to walk. Hopefully, he hadn't made a terrible mistake. But it was very unlikely that he had.
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Fortnite: Strike Team E.G.O
ActionThe second book in the Fortnite: Spies series Teamwork. Survival. Friendship. When Turk signs up to a spy agency known as Ghost and gets assigned as the leader of a strike team codenamed as E.G.O, he is in for a real ride of emotion, war and most o...